No place called home

The light has gone from the window again.

And the laughter has died in the dead man's throat.

All songs left unsung, for the children have left us.

A tear meets a sigh, they decide to elope.

The warmth of the candle trembles in fear.

As the night breathes it's tale with a shrieking wind.

All secrets held close, with the moon, in reclusion.

And the light has gone from the window again.